Kate rushed to Carol"s house only long enough to pick up her luggage and cram it in the back seat of her car. She wasn"t sure that Carol bought her excuse when she explained that she needed to get back to Chicago tonight. Yes, the presentation had gone fine, but there was a lot of work that needed to still be done.
Her yellow VW bug floated down I-88 silently. The road was straight and smooth. Inside, she was trying to keep her mind on driving. She flipped through radio stations and iPhone playlists, but every song just seemed to annoy her.
The countryside flowed by, dull, lifeless, monotonous. She saw white farmhouses with pill-shaped propane tanks by their sides. Red combines in the fields rotating, churning chaff into the air. She saw a rusted windmill struggling to move in the breeze
